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Mercenaries, I Will Be King

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Yan Qi Guan · Ciudad
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Chapter 196: The Greatly Wronged Lonnie_3

Unlike the previous days, they no longer held their ground in the buildings, fighting desperately; instead, they broke instantly, fleeing without a trace.

Song Heping had been paying close attention to the progress of Warrior Camp. The smoother it went, the more problematic he felt it was.

"GHOST calling Musician."

"Musician received, is that you, Song He?"

The voice that came through was clearly the cook's.

"Cook, I have something to tell you. Later, when you get near the intersection in Zone I, don't foolishly follow the others up. Head to Zone H to find a building with a good vantage point and hold position. I have a feeling something will go wrong there."

"Eh? I heard last night you found the Hunter's den and blew them all up. What, are there still snipers?"

"Instinct," Song Heping didn't shy away: "I always feel that expert isn't so easy to kill."

"You mean the Mosul Reaper?"

"Right."